Dressed as a male protagonist

Lu Wuchen saw it, but didn't show up to startle the snake.

Although Wei Ling was seriously injured at this time, his background was still there, and there were countless secret methods at his side. If he couldn't kill him with one blow, he might be killed by his serious injuries instead.What's more, the voice in his heart kept reminding him that Wei Ling couldn't die.

After all the preparations were over, Wei Ling quietly returned to Zuowang Peak, and Lu Wuchen also returned to the cave in Sunset Lake.

Seven days passed in a flash.Lu Wuchen came out of the retreat and went to see his master immediately. During the conversation, he seemed to inadvertently mention the matter of identifying the master of the spirit treasure fairy artifact. Wei Ling picked some irrelevant answers to him, and let him go down to rest.

Seeing that Lu Wuchen seemed to have something on his mind, Fei Le followed him out.

"what happened to you?"

Lu Wuchen took a few glances at Fei Le, and suddenly thought of something, he dragged him to a farther place and asked, "Did senior brother tell others about my retreat?"

"Hmm... I seem to have only told Master." Fei Le scratched his head in doubt, "What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"

Lu Wuchen's expression darkened, and he said in a low voice: "I suspect that someone has been to the cave where I retreated."

Fei Le said "ah": "How is this possible? I put seven or eight restrictions on you at that time, and you... If someone really went in, wouldn't you feel it? The other party didn't make things difficult for you?"

Although those who can enter and leave the Sunset Lake must be disciples of this sect, but they are aware of the restriction and force their way in. I'm afraid this kind of person has no good intentions, right?

When he thought of this, his worries had surpassed his doubts. He hurriedly dragged Lu Wuchen up and down to check, and said, "Are you feeling uncomfortable? I just said that retreating alone is too dangerous! Just don't leave any hidden dangers behind."

Lu Wuchen blocked Fei Le's hand from continuing to check, and frowned, "I'm fine. It's just... I lost one thing."

Fila was taken aback.

Lu Wuchen continued: "That thing is very important to me. Not only because it is a rare spiritual treasure, but also because it is the only item my mother left me. I have just reached the level of cultivation that can refine this spiritual treasure Who knows..." Lu Wuchen pursed his lips, his eyes dimmed, "This spirit treasure has been dropped."

Fei Le was surprised, but also felt strange.Ordinary people steal things as soon as they steal them. Who would make a fake one to confuse the real owner?After all, it is very easy to distinguish the true from the false of spirit treasures and fairy artifacts.

Unless, the other party is not to confuse the Lord, but to confuse... outsiders?

Thinking of this, Fei Le felt shocked and cold, and even more unbelievable: "...Could it be a mistake? It's just a spirit treasure, master...he has a profound cultivation base and countless spirit treasures ,how come……?"

Lu Wuchen gave him a cold look: "I didn't have to ask my brother to believe me. I just need my brother to tell me if there are any abnormalities in the master's whereabouts in the past seven days. If I think too much, I will definitely apologize to the master solemnly." .”

"I...I'm not..." Fila was a little speechless.

Although their master is unsmiling, stern and ruthless, he doesn't look as kind and amiable as the chiefs of other peaks, but he and his junior have done their best for the past five years, and there is nothing wrong with it.Now his little junior brother suddenly told him that their master had ignorant of his spirit treasure... This really made him unacceptable and even more incomprehensible.

If it is really just a spirit treasure, so what if Master asks for it?As his disciple, Junior Brother has no reason to hide it.

Fei Le looks optimistic and cheerful on weekdays, carefree, but actually his mind is not low. He has been with Lu Wuchen for five years, getting along day and night, and knows that Lu Wuchen is not a random person, so although he does not believe that his master is an ignorant person, but also Believe what Lu Wuchen said about the loss of Lingbao.

In this way, after thinking about it, I feel that there is either a misunderstanding, or that Lu Wuchen's spiritual treasure is not simple. The "things left by his mother" that Lu Wuchen said at the beginning is open to discussion.

But regardless of whether the Lingbao is common or not, it is an ironclad fact that things belong to Lu Wuchen.Even if it is a legendary fairy weapon, it should not be touched by others.

Thousands of thoughts rolled through my mind, but it took only one breath.Fei Le thought about it: "After I came back from Sunset Lake, I have been following the Master. Whenever the Master goes out, he will not be too far away from him. But these days I have never noticed the Master..."

"He will definitely come to me again." Lu Wuchen interrupted Fei Le, and the darkness in his eyes flashed.

"What?" Fei Le was taken aback for a moment, and then asked, "What do you mean?"

"The spirit treasure is very special. It must be from the blood of my Lu family to sacrifice and recognize the master. Master doesn't know the reason for this. If he can't recognize the master at that time, he will definitely come back to me." Lu Wuchen looked at Fei Le, "Senior brother Do you understand what I mean?"

"..." Fei Le didn't answer for a moment.

Lu Wuchen said: "Master has always trusted you, no matter how big or small things are in the family, he has never shunned you. If he suddenly wants to dismiss you, what do you think will happen? Of course, I don't want to doubt Master. We can assume The thief is not the master, but someone else, but no matter who it is, if this person can't make the Lingbao recognize the owner, he will definitely come back to me."

Fei Le's heart felt cold, and he said after a while, "What do you want me to do?"

Lu Wuchen pondered for a moment, and his tone became lighter: "I don't need to do anything, brother, just pay attention to safety in the near future, and don't deliberately follow the master."

After he finished speaking, he left. Fei Le was stunned for a moment before he suddenly understood what Lu Wuchen meant. He wanted to catch up with him, but stopped again, with a sad expression on his face.

Lu Wuchen walked a long way and stopped at the back of the mountain, looking ahead with a sullen expression.

In the afternoon, the sun fades.The wind blew through the treetops, and the rustling sound was endless, coupled with the chirping and screaming of the birds and beasts in the back mountain, it should have been a pleasant afternoon, but it made Lu Wuchen even more irritable and depressed.

Wei Ling could only sigh silently.

Lu Wuchen really regarded Fei Le as a brother, so he ran to remind him, but it was a pity that Fei Le's hesitation and suspicion made him very unhappy.At the same time, she hated Wei Ling's hypocrisy and sinister even more.

But what Wei Ling didn't know was that he wanted to go wrong.

——After experiencing many betrayals and tribulations, Lu Wuchen has long since lost his heart, especially after he forgot about Wei Ling, the violence and ruthlessness in his heart multiplied day by day, and he was out of control.

What he said to Fei Le was not to protect Fei Le.

at night.

In the quiet and dark room, a slender and thin figure suddenly fell into the room.He quietly walked past the writing desk burning with incense and the tables and chairs with exquisite tea sets, until he walked to the bed where a figure was lying.

Then he stretched out his hands and looked towards the figure on the bed.

Mutation mutation.

Before even touching the figure on the bed, Lu Wuchen sensed the danger coming, so he stopped his hand suddenly and stepped back quickly.

Immediately afterwards, the figure on the bed dissipated in an instant, and then condensed in an instant, like a demon at night, transformed from fog, changing rapidly.

Lu Wuchen didn't even have time to call for help, he was already trapped by the thick fog, unable to move or speak.

A young man bathed in moonlight appeared by the window, his eyes were like the cold moon, and his face was like frost.

"Looking for what?"

Sen Han's voice carried a familiar taste, but the indifference and arrogance that he pretended to be in the daytime faded away.

Lu Wuchen sneered, and then realized that he could speak: "It seems that the master already knew, what's the matter? You don't sleep in the middle of the night, and you just stand by and wait for me?"

Wei Ling's eyes fell on Lu Wuchen's body coldly, and his fingers moved slightly, and the thick fog pierced Lu Wuchen's skin like a steel needle, turning a good person into a bloody man in a short while.

"You should know what to say and what not to say."

"I don't know." Lu Wuchen coughed and laughed. Although he was embarrassed, his eyes were burning. What do you want to hear, what do you not want to hear?" He gradually laughed out loud, and the laughter was full of rich joy.

Wei Ling looked at him without any fluctuation.

"How much do you guess about my identity?"

Lu Wuchen tilted his head slightly, found a good angle of view under the interference of the dense fog, and stared at Wei Ling: "I thought the master would ask the Miaoyin bell."

After the words were finished, Lu Wuchen did not get Wei Ling's answer, but was treated with more steel needles piercing his flesh.

"...Okay, the disciple admits defeat." Lu Wuchen smiled helplessly, completely relaxed @body under the constraints of the dense fog, and allowed himself to sit half dead on the end of the bed.

Wei Ling frowned visibly.

Lu Wuchen smiled lowly: "At this time, master should not worry about such trivial things as sitting on the bed." Seeing that Wei Ling was about to start again, Lu Wuchen immediately said, "From the moment Master saved me From the very beginning, I wondered—how could someone break into the imperial altar, which is heavily guarded and full of experts, and even took away a child who was scarred and half-dead. Master, tell me, is this possible?"

Wei Ling rubbed his fingers hidden in his sleeves for a moment, and finally did not choose to do it, but said as if giving alms: "You are very smart and cautious. After all these years, as a teacher, I don't know that you have such thoughts."

"Don't say it so easily to be misunderstood—" Lu Wuchen smiled, "Because of being smart, a disciple can't compare to Master. After all, Master is a figure who has been hidden in the majestic Ten Thousand Sects for nearly a hundred years. The disciple just found it by chance. A master who doesn't pay much attention to me, Ke Rongzhi Taoist... even he didn't see that you are a fake, with your skill, there is probably no second person in the entire Chinese mainland."

A passage of words with a gun and a stick, but Wei Ling didn't even poke Wei Ling's eyelids.

"go on."

Lu Wuchen withdrew his smile slightly, looked at Wei Ling for a long time before continuing word by word: "You know the secret of Miaoyin Bell."

Time seemed to stand still in an instant, and then explode in an instant.The pressure that squeezed and exploded one's chest seemed to be just an illusion, and it disappeared before people could react.

The two confronted each other for so long, and Wei Ling moved for the first time.

He walked slowly to a place three steps away from Lu Wuchen, lowered his eyes and looked down at the immature young man: "It's really smart." He was so smart that he couldn't wait for a moment to kill this young man immediately and let him disappear forever in the world. forward.

The faint heart of pity for talent that he had once had turned into a killing intent so strong that it almost condensed into substance.

Lu Wuchen naturally felt the killing intent.

"From the very beginning, you didn't care about the Miaoyin Bell, but instead asked me how much I knew about your identity. This shows that you don't need me to explain the secret about the Miaoyin Bell for you. Except for us, who know the secret of the Miaoyin Bell There are still a few bloodlines in the Lu family." Lu Wuchen didn't care about Wei Ling's killing intent, but raised his eyelids slightly, and said softly, "Those insiders who are very close to my Lu family in the world of cultivating immortals can be excluded. The rest It is impossible for ordinary protoss to know such confidential things, so your status in the protoss is extraordinary. Combined with your words, deeds, and behavior, it is not difficult to guess your true identity."

"I don't know, when did the Huaxia clan know so much about my Protoss personnel."

It's not that Wei Ling is boasting, but the reality is like this.The Protoss has a very good understanding of the distribution of forces and the main personnel of the Huaxia Clan, but the Huaxia Clan knows very little about the Protoss.

After all, after the high-level protoss moved into the heavens, it didn't take long for the passages between the two realms to gradually disappear because they could not withstand the devastation of the war. After that, the high-level protoss rarely appeared on the Huaxia Continent, so the Huaxia clan gradually could not Then detect the information of the high-level protoss.

Thousands of years have passed, except for Lu Hong's accident, almost no Chinese people have ever entered the heaven.And those who followed Lu Hong back then were all killed.

Therefore, regardless of whether Lu Wuchen really knew his identity or was pretending to bluff him, the fact that Lu Wuchen knew the information of high-ranking Protoss personnel aroused Wei Ling's interest.

Lu Wuchen grinned, with a gloomy expression: "Master, have you forgotten? I am a person who died countless times in the Shuntian Empire." I died countless times under torture, and then came back to life under torture, over and over again. Falling into hell is an extravagant hope—the past that cannot be forgotten—Lu Wuchen sighed and grinned: "The Shuntian Empire is the closest to the existence of the gods in the heavens. What a source of information—as a disciple, an ant, a person who can do it at any time Dead ants, what will they guard against disciples?"